Wheaton’s Way: Out of the mouths of babes
For a couple of nights last week I just could not sleep.
You know when every time you check the clock and it’s getting closer and closer to dawn, you calculate how many hours of kip you’ll get if you fall asleep ‘from now’? (Which, of course, never happens.)
Then, panic sets in as you hear roosters starting to crow outside and see a bit of light creeping through the blinds. Panic = absolutely no chance of relaxing and getting some shuteye. It turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy. For a more complete summary of the story, please see the below link:
Published on: Aug 03, 2025 01:30 PM